The corn is yellow and
the beans are high.
The sun is hot in the summer sky.
Work it's hard till layin' by.
Layin' by till pickin' time.
Layin' by till pickin' time.
Every night when I go to bed,
I thank the Lord that my kids are fed
They live on beans eight days a night,
but I get them fat come pickin' time
Get them fat come pickin' time
It's hard to see by this coal oil light,
turn it off pretty early at night
A jug of coal oil costs a dime
Stay up late, come pickin' time
Stay up late, come pickin' time
My old wagon barely gets me to town
Patch the wheels and I water them down
She ain't much, but she'll be fine
Haul my cotton, come pickin' time
Haul my cotton, come pickin' time
Last Sunday mornin'
when they passed the hack
It was nearly empty back where I sat
The preacher smiled and said,
that's fine
Lord'll wait till pickin' time
Lord'll wait till pickin' time you